I’m lounging back in my silk robe, feeling a bit restless and looking for a way to burn off this dark, delicious energy. This Sadistic Phone Sex call is the only thing that’s going to satisfy me tonight, especially when I hear your voice trembling as soon as I pick up. I’m in a wicked mood, the kind where I want to play with you like a cat plays with a mouse, watching you squirm for my amusement.
You tell me how much you’ve missed my voice, but I just laugh, a low, smoky sound that I know sends a shiver straight down your spine. You’re already begging for my attention, acting so desperate and weak, and it honestly makes my blood hum with a cruel sort of heat. I love knowing that just a few of my sharpest words can make your heart race faster than any touch ever could.
I start slowly, whispering all the ways I’m going to make you suffer for being such a pathetic, needy boy today. I call you my favorite little loser, mocking the way you can’t even handle a few minutes of my focused attention without falling apart. I can hear you gasping on the other end, loving every insult, getting high off the way I’m demeaning your lack of willpower.
I describe exactly what I’m wearing… the way the silk slides over my skin… and then I cruelly remind you that you’re not allowed to even imagine touching me. I want you to ache, to feel that heavy, pulsing tension building up inside you while I tell you to keep your hands far away from where they want to be. I’m being mean, sure, but I’m doing it with a smirk because I know this is exactly what gets you off.
Every time you try to speak, I shut you down, demanding that you listen to the sound of my breathing instead. I’m painting a picture of my absolute control over you, making you realize that your pleasure is entirely in my hands, and I feel like being stingy tonight. The more I tease you and call you names, the more I can tell you’re becoming addicted to the sting of my voice.
I’m your queen, and you’re just the weak little caller who lives for my rejection. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be vibrating with a need so intense it’s almost painful, but you’ll be thanking me for the cruelty. You’re trapped in my web now, and we both know you’ll be crawling back the second I feel like being A Bitch again.




















